The Queen of the Icelands and woman who should be in sickbed was actually completely fine. At least, her body was. Elegantly sitting in a high-back chair on her tea table, the blank look in her green eyes told the story of her deteriorating mind.
"Mother." Gently, Princess Helmina placed her hand on top of the Queen's free one, yet the latter didn't react. Her gaze was focused somewhere far away. Helmina felt the fingers beneath her tremble.
Despite this, the younger woman didn't give up. "How are you feeling today? The physician told me you are better. See, the demon you fear is long gone already. Soon, he will not even be in this world anymore."
Silence was the only answer, spreading its invisible tendrils in the warm air and resting on Helmina's head until she lowered it. Her fingernails were painted in a happy pink today, yet the color only managed to contrast to the Queen's dark skin more.
"I - I'm afraid I have to disappoint you once more. I need Em
I can't seriously get any redder, Katherine thought as she whispered: "No, but you are disturbing the others. Don't you notice?"Looking over at his family, Nathaniel's gaze turned from affectionate to cold as if to warn them to not show any discomfort. "Do you guys have a problem with what I do?"Aston instantly waved his hands. "No, no, please continue! I love watching you act all lovely-dovely. It's super sweet!"Nathaniel's eyes darkened, and 'You dare call me sweet?!' was written all over his forehead. "You are not watching anymore. If you're through with eating, leave.""Seriously? I said I'm not disturbed though. Can't I just watch?", Aston pleaded with a pout."No, because now I'm disturbed. Leave or eat but stop looking. I won't say it twice", Nathaniel said with a slightly threatening voice.Hearing that, Aston rolled his eyes like every offended teenager would and left the table."Please send us something upstairs", Samanth
Nathaniel had imagined many times how he would tell her his secret - but none of them included the darkness of a little shelter and the smell of hay bales all around them. This was neither the place nor the atmosphere he imagined. Katherine was already on edge because of his secrecy, and now this.With a sigh, he brushed his hair back, and unwillingly answered her question: "Yes. You saw it just now. My magic is" he searched for words and found none that were reassuring, so he just told the truth. "it's the most terrible destructive force in this country. And it is not fully under my control, though I do my best to change that. Skin contact... it is dangerous."In the bad light, he could not see what expression Katherine made. Thus, he was surprised, when she only asked: "And emotions affect it, too? Like the usual magic?"A dry laugh escaped his throat. "If you want to call it that way. It is a wide stretch to call it 'usual', seeing that it even has its own will."
"Theoretically, this shouldn't be possible", Nathaniel stated. "But I'm not a magic professor like the ones of the two big schools, so maybe I just don't know about it. Most likely, such things are also the consequence of mutations. Anyway, it seems to me that your magic, which is accustomed to keeping it's host healthy, sees my magic as a threat and reacts instinctively to it. Not without reason, I believe."Katherine's crossed arms loosened, and hope emerged in her eyes like tiny new stars, yet she was wary to accept this simple solution. "Does that mean I might be immune to your magic?"Instantly, Nathaniel shook his head. "No, we should not think this way. My magic must not be taken this lightly. Before proven otherwise, we should assume that your body is vulnerable to it like anything else. Your magic's reaction can at most be an additional safty measure. A warning system, if you will so. Not to mention that this is only a theory. We should not test this out.""O
The next day went by slowly. Despite the long training the evening before, Katherine felt not an ounce of fatigue. Instead, she felt very lively and refreshed and took her trainer for another bout of practice right after breakfast. The same could be said about lunch.Somehow, Katherine seemed to have gained an unending amount of energy after her long sleep. Even Jack found it astonishing, and where usually the trainer tortured the learner, it was soon the other way around. Despite the cold air, perspiration had collected on Jack's brows only hours after midday."Another try", Katherine demanded after landing on her back for who-knows-how-many times, and sprang to her feet again. The motion looked much like that of a willow sprout that barely touched the ground when bend and then jumped up again. "I think I'm finally getting the hang of it. Come on, Jack!"Jack wiped the sweat off his face with a wry grin before he got back in position. For the first time in his
Hastily, Katherine did whatever she could with a towel and a small bowl of water used for morning routine. Afterwards, she didn't feel much cleaner, but it had to suffice until she could jump into a basin of hot water. The training attire was thrown about on the ground, too dirty to wear again. Hesitantly, she picked out the only other dress in her wardrobe. It was obviously of the former owner of this room, and she felt a bit guilty taking it without permission. She really needed to do some serious shopping soon.Finally, she opened the door for her husband, who had waited surprisingly patiently. "Um, you can come in now... I guess."Looking back over her shoulder, her face heated up a bit. "Actually, would it be okay to talk somewhere else?"Nathaniel's lips tilted upwards. Over her head, he could already see the mess she made, and her embarrassment amused him. Yet because of their already strained relationship, he bit back on the teasing remark that was about
Another beautiful morning, Katherine thought while glancing over the valley from her window. The sun was already high in the sky when she woke up, shining down on the flowers in the meadow, yet without warming up the cold breezes breathing down from the mountain tops.Like Nathaniel's window, hers faced in the direction of the training field with the wooden fence surrounding it. Because it was straight under her window, she had to deliberately look down to see the guards training there. Some of them grinned and waved when they noticed her, and she returned the greeting.Glancing to the right, she saw the shelter where Nathaniel had opened up about his magic. Her eyebrows lifted when she noticed the change there. Roughly three dozen hay bales were stacked beside the building. She could have sworn those weren't there the last time. With her finger tapping her lips, she deliberated what else they might need the bales for. Or was it the space in the shelter they needed and
The chill Katherine felt seemed to encase her whole being. For a minute, she could only stare, not move or speak a word. She hoped this was a scam, that one would call it out as a bad joke. The only invitation Frey had delivered to her was the one to her cousin's wedding. Ethan's wedding. How did this connect to the Icelands in any way?Crossing her arms before her chest - to hide her fluster as well as to warm her innards - she tried to appear strong. "I - I don't understand. What exactly do you want from me?"Before the king could respond, Nathaniel beat him to it. "He wants you to attend this wedding and pretend like nothing happened between you and your cousin. But we won't do that. Yes, we will travel to the border, but that will be to assure that the dragsean won't attack and to gauge their situation. In dragsean territory even the twins will not dare attack us - with or without the support of Falumor."Katherine's brows were furrowed. She was anything but
The shelter had been ridden of its hay bales, turning it into a surprisingly big empty hall with earthen floor and metal walls. There was not a single living thing in the area, not even a blade of grass or left-behind straw, so Nathaniel's magic could not spread, even if it spilled. In the middle of the empty space, Nathaniel let go of Katherine's hand and faced her."You know there's nothing forcing you to do this", he said earnestly. "If you don't feel right or get scared, we can stop at any time."The stubborn rise of Katherine's chin was all he got for an answer."C'mon Nathan, don't be so dramatic", Aston called out from one of the walls of the shelter, where he leaned and nibbled on a sandwich. He had insisted to follow them 'because the experiment should also be watched by someone uninvolved'. It was a surprisingly logic suggestion, though Katherine would have preferred it to be someone more experienced than a fifteen-year-old.Nathaniel just ignored his l
Five years later"Your Holiness - Uh, ah, Majesty, I mean!"Leaning on the newly-built rails atop the dome of the palace, with the view of the Capital in the background, Katherine scolded lightly: "Shht, Hazel, she just fell asleep."In her arms rested a baby, maybe a few months old, with a tuft of black hair and fair white skin. If she opened her lids, angelic blue eyes would blink up innocently at the viewer.Hazel's head appeared at the end of the staircase leading to the roof. Apologetically, she bit her lip and whispered. "I'm sorry, your Majesty. A letter arrived from Dragsa, and Prince Patrick hurt his knee while playing. He's on his way here.""Dragsa...," Katherine muttered and stretched out a hand to take it. "I wonder what they want. They were very quiet in the latter years."Lowering her head, she took a glance at the paper. Instantly, her brows furrowed, later followed by a deep sigh. "I almost expected it. What a shame."Her gaze wandered to the west, in the direction of
For once, the third wall belonging to the palace let nobles and commoners alike pass. They flooded in in masses and coagulated on the streets and the grass field before the dome. Everywhere, where they could hope to catch a little glimpse of what was about to happen in the throne hall.In front of the dome, Nathaniel dismounted and reached his hand out to Katherine to help her off as well. For a second, Katherine remembered how Pete helped her when she mounted Bell for the first time, and her smile grew shaky. Pete and Jack. One retired after suffering grievous wounds, and the other fell in battle when the undead attacked the palace to free the Queen, Emilian, and Helmina.The burial was in the time of Katherine's long travel back but she and Nathaniel visited the grave two days ago. Still, she could not believe that her funny, one-eyed companion was truly gone. It was delusional but she could not shake the thought that if only she'd been at the Capital, her power might have saved him
Weeks later, the couple reached the Capital and was welcomed with much tom-tom. Aston, it seemed, was back on his feet. The new scar parting his right brow even suggested that his exaggerated description of a battle with the best undead swordsman in history might be more than just bragging. Infuriatingly, however, the scar made him even more handsome, and he confidently put it on display at any opportunity he got. Especially in front of the ladies.Shortly after their return, King William officially announced his retirement in favor of his nephew. Though the commoners were confused at Nathaniel's sudden emergence, the prepared aristocrats soon placated them, and the rumors of his activities as the illusive sixth General did the rest.Katherine was surprised to hear that word of her ability had elevated her picture in the icelandic society to somewhat of a saintess. King William obviously prepared on this end as well, and thus nobody dared suggest that a dragsean noble was unfit to be
The ship of the king of the Glaciar Coast was a gigantic vessel with a kind of lofty wretchedness to it. In fact, Katherine thought that the silver ornaments on the dark wood looked like bones, and if the sail had been a bit more tattered, the "Charon" would've been the perfect ghost ship. When she mentioned it to Lady Brandon in jest, the sister of said king laughed out loud."Oh, he'd love to hear that! If his crew wasn't ridiculously superstitious, I bet he'd search the whole ocean floor for a sunken vessel to serve him!""Is that so?" Katherine lifted her brows, perplexed. "Isn't it already enough that it can fly?"Granted, the hovering of the gigantic vessel wasn't completely 'flight' as the ship was only lifted by the water the Glaciar Coast's mages manipulated with much afford. It could also only be implemented for short periods close to a water source. For the unsuspecting viewer, however, it looked exactly as if the ship was flying.It was this practical fea
Katherine woke up feeling fresh and well-rested. The plush cushions under her head were like soft clouds, and the blanket bore just the right amount of heat. The air smelled of salt and herbs, an unusual but welcoming combination."Hmmm." With a blissful sigh, Katherine stretched. She didn't feel so good since they resided in the hut in the Icelands with King William, his mistress, and son. Did she only dream of that long, arduous journey to a mountain in Dragsa?"You're awake." Her eyes snapped open when she heard that voice. It was undoubtedly the deep timbre of her husband, Nathaniel. And there he was, sitting next to the bed in a cushioned chair, a gentle gaze in his eyes.Eyes that rested strangely deep in his pale face. A face that was bare of the slight smile that sometimes tugged on the corners of his mouth when he looked at her. Instead, he seemed solemn, exhausted, plagued by a deeply hidden sadness that he maybe wanted to hide. Yet to her eyes, his feelings were an open
Deep satisfaction brought some power to Katherine's exhausted body, yet she did not like the feeling at all. The guilt over hitting an innocent civilian clouded her mind, together with the question if it was the right thing to do. Trapping Ethan in the other dimension was too easy. It didn't feel right.Days and nights she'd dreamed of how to take her revenge, how she would torture him and finally look into his eyes when he died. Now, she'd acted impulsively, and the results were anything but what she imagined. Yet, should she have let the chance slip by?When she'd heard him giving orders, she'd finally stopped in her path because she felt like a coward who ran from the only real battle she'd sworn herself to fight. At first, she only wanted to observe and hid where the canyon's wall stood out a bit, just in earshot of Ethan. But the opportunity was too good. She didn't know how her smart and cunning cousin could act so dumb. It didn't match his usual approach, yet maybe
It was Ethan. He stood just outside the rift, his usual harmless smile on his face, and the hands hidden in the pockets of his dark trousers. "Kitty. Fancy meeting you here."If Katherine had been raised in any lower class than aristocracy, she would've spit in front of his feet. Even so, her face soured as if she'd bitten into a raw lemon. "I don't... fancy it at all."Stepping aside to give the rest of the dark stream free access to the rift, she noticed that Ethan'd brought two helpers who lingered in the back nervously. The white lab coats outed them as researchers. She glanced them up and down and decided not to ask where Ve was. After all that happened today and with her magic nearly depleted, she wanted nothing more than walk away from this whole mess.So, she did just that. Turned around and walked along the canyon that was now almost free of the dark substance.After a second of surprise, Ethan called after her: "Hey, don't you want to know what I'll do with this? Aren't
Meanwhile, the Duke of Sleipnir got comfortable on the edge of the cave. Shortly after he'd disposed of the corpses by sending them into the rolling dark river below, some of Loki's staff came over. They were shocked to see only one person left in the cave. "Um, your Excellency, where... where is the leader?""Hm?" Ethan turned and blinked. "Oh... he... how should I put this? He was too enthusiasistic when he saw his experiment finally succeed. Look, the brilliant result of all his hard work is below this cliff. He didn't want to wait anymore and took everyone to follow him down. Which might have been the wrong decision, so to say."The staff carefully crept closer to the cliff, and when he saw the darkness below, though it was more a creek than a mighty river now, his eyes widened. "Do you mean to say the leader is...?""Dead." Ethan nodded unemphathetically. "Most likely."Unexpectedly swiftly, the staff got over his shock. For a moment, he pondered, then asked: "But the experiment
"Ahhh! It hurts! It hurts! You're tearing me apart!" Nathaniel felt the unusual urge to roll his eyes. He never knew that his magic was such a sissy. First, it asked for his help, and now it screamed like a pig on the slaughter bench because of a little pain. And why could it even feel pain? Its body was nothing but insidious black smoke that appeared like a black liquid in its compressed form. There were no tendons, no bones, no flesh, and no nerves - in short, nothing that could hurt. "Shall I stop pulling then?", Nathaniel asked sarcastically in his mind. Well, if that magic of his wanted to go by itself, all the better for him. "No, no, no! Please don't let go! Don't let goo-oo-ouuuuuuch!" It felt like mentally pulling on an elastic band, Nathaniel decided. Somewhere where he couldn't see, something else was pulling the other end, turning the band longer and longer. It got harder for him to hold on with each passing second. Then, with a last loud howl fr